"Ah--!"
Meng Zhao let out a shrill scream, and flew upside down like a kite with its string broken, hitting the ground several feet away, and rolled several times before stopping.
The hideous wound on his chest was still gushing blood, dyeing the soil beneath him a dark red.
He struggled to raise his head and looked at the figure of Fang Han standing with a sword.
The originally calm face was now full of extreme horror and disbelief.
Escape!
Must escape!
Meng Zhao only had this thought in his mind.
He endured the severe pain in his chest, slapped his palm on the ground, and used the force to retreat backwards, trying to escape deep into the pine forest.
However, how could Fang Han give him this opportunity?
His body was seriously injured and his speed was even slower.
Meng Zhao had just swept a few feet away when he saw a blue sword light appearing beside him like a ghost.
Windshock Sword slashed out again, and Sword Intent erupted, with a sharpness that could tear everything apart and a mental pressure that shocked the mind.
Meng Zhao tried his best to dodge, but the sword edge still scratched the outside of his left arm, leaving a wound deep enough to show the bone.
Blood splattered, and he groaned, staggered, and almost fell.
"Fang Han!"
Meng Zhao's voice was a bit pleading and a bit stern.
"You let me go, I swear - I will never wipe out the grudge between the Crimson Flame Sect and you -"
"It's late."
Fang Han's answer is only two words.
Windshock Sword slashed out for the third time, the sword light was like a rainbow.
Meng Zhao tried his best to dodge, but due to serious injuries, his reaction was too slow.
The blade of the sword slashed across his right leg, leaving a hideous wound and blood gushing out.
He fell to one knee on the ground, panting heavily, his face was as pale as paper, and his breath was extremely weak.
He raised his head and saw the figure of Fang Han already standing in front of him about ten feet away.
Windshock Sword pointed diagonally at the ground, a drop of bright red blood from the tip of the sword slowly slid down and blended into the soil.
The expression on that young face was as calm as water, except for the eyes, which were as cold as a cold pool in the depths of winter.
"You..."
Meng Zhao opened his mouth to say something, but only spit out a mouthful of blood.
Fang Han didn't give him a chance to finish what he said.
Windshock Sword thrust out again.
This sword condensed all his Internal Qi, all his Sword Intent, and all his strength.
The sword light was condensed like a line of blue light, penetrating the already broken soft armor on Meng Zhao's body, penetrating his chest, and penetrating his heart.
"Pfft--!"
The tip of the sword came out from the back of Meng Zhao, bringing out a warm mist of blood.
Meng Zhao's figure froze suddenly, lowered his head, and looked at the bloody sword blade on his chest.
His lips moved several times, trying to say something, but he could only make a "ho ho" sound.
The look in his eyes, like a candle in the wind, quickly dimmed and eventually lost its luster completely.
Fang Han slowly pulled out Windshock Sword.
Meng Zhao's body fell softly and hit the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Those eyes that could not be closed until death were staring blankly at the gray sky.
Crimson Flame Sect First Grade Elder, Meng Zhao, killed.
Fang Han stood with the sword in hand, slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and looked down at the Windshock Sword in his hand.
On the sword body, the green-blue brilliance is still flowing slightly, and the sharpness is condensed and undisturbed.
Low-grade Spirit Weapon's combat power was doubled, and the effect was even more amazing than he expected.
Without this sword, he would never have been able to kill Meng Zhao.
In this battle, Windshock Sword contributed the most.
Of course, it is also related to the fact that Meng Zhao was shocked by Storage Ring, and his mind was in a trance for a moment.
If Meng Zhao himself had no flaws, even with twice the increase in combat power of Windshock Sword, it would still be impossible to kill Meng Zhao with just a few moves.
"I wonder if there is anything good in me."
Fang Han sheathed his sword, walked to Meng Zhao's body, squatted down, and stretched out his hand towards Meng Zhao's body.
His movements were skillful and neat. He had done this kind of thing many times and was already familiar with it.
First, I picked up the long red sword, turned the sword over, and took a closer look in the afternoon light - the word "Red Scale" was engraved in ancient seals on the sword's hilt.
There is a faint layer of flame lines flowing on the blade, and the tentacles are slightly hot, as if there is still a burning heat inside that has not dissipated.
Unsheath the red long sword and return the red long sword to its sheath.
It can be used as a weapon for a First Grade warrior like Meng Zhao. The grade of this sword is not low. It should be a Medium-grade Dharma Weapon.
Putting Red Scale Sword aside, Fang Han went to peel off the soft armor from Meng Zhao.
It was a crimson inner armor with excellent texture and a faint glow of treasure flowing through it.
Unfortunately, Windshock Sword had cut a ferocious gash in the chest, almost cutting the entire soft armor in half.
"What a pity."
Fang Han whispered to himself, with a little regret in his tone.
According to his judgment, this should be a piece of soft armor that has reached High Grade and can be regarded as a high-quality piece of High Grade. It is of the same quality as the silver soft armor he wears.
Soft armor is often more expensive than weapons of the same level. Soft armor like this is at least as valuable as a Low-grade Dharma Weapon weapon, or even more.
However, if it is damaged, the value will be greatly reduced.
He peeled off the soft armor and put it together with Red Scale Sword.
Then he reached into Meng Zhao's pocket and took out several jade bottles and a kit.
There were six jade bottles in total. I uncorked them and took a sniff.
Judging from his experience, one bottle should be for healing Danyao, one bottle should be for restoring Internal Qi, the third bottle should be for training Danyao, and the last bottle smells pungent and should be some kind of Danyao that temporarily increases combat power.
If it can be carried around by a First Grade Elder, its grade will naturally not be low.
There are more than a dozen banknotes in the kit, with different denominations, totaling about 150,000 to 600,000 taels.
Fang Han put away the banknote, his eyes swept over the Red Scale Sword, the damaged soft armor and several jade bottles, and he made quick calculations in his mind.
Except for banknotes, other things that he either doesn't need or doesn't dare to use can only be used in the Recharge system.
"System Panel."
Fang Han replaced System Panel, and only System Panel that he could see appeared in his field of vision.
[Host: Fang Han]
[Root Bone Talent Amplification: 256 times (Level Nine Amplification requires 10 million gold)]
[Sword Art Talent Amplification: 256 times (Level Nine Amplification requires 10 million gold)]
[Footwork Talent Amplification: 128 times (Level Eight Amplification requires 1 million gold)]
[Secret Technique Talent Amplification: 128 times (Level Eight Amplification requires 1 million gold)]
[Body Tempering Talent Amplification: 128 times (Level Eight Amplification requires 1 million gold)]
[Possessed Wealth:250,000 gold]
"Recharge soft armor."
Fang Han raised his hand and took the damaged red soft armor into his hand first.
As the thought fell, the soft armor in the palm seemed to be licked by invisible fire, turning silently into tiny points of light and dissipating in the air.
The numbers on System Panel jump slightly:
[Possessed Wealth:250,000 gold→270,000 gold].
It only increased by 20,000 gold.
Compared with when it was in good condition and was worth at least fifty or sixty thousand gold, the value of this broken soft armor has shrunk significantly.
"Recharge Danyao."
Fang Han stretched out his hand to touch the six jade bottles, and with his thoughts falling, the six jade bottles and Danyao inside them turned into streams of light and dissipated at the same time.
[Possessed Wealth: 270,000 gold → 320,000 gold]
Possessed Wealth increased by a full 50,000 gold.
As guessed, these Danyao are extremely precious things.
If he took it himself, it would be of great benefit to his cultivation. Unfortunately, the origin was unknown, so he did not dare to gamble.
However, Recharge is not a waste if it is converted into System Panel.
"Recharge This sword."
Finally, Fang Han picks up Red Scale Sword and selects Recharge.
Red Scale Sword and the scabbard turned into points of light and dissipated.
This time, the numbers on System Panel jumped particularly violently:
[Possessed Wealth: 320,000 gold → 500,000 gold].
"One hundred and eighty thousand gold."
Fang Han's eyes stayed on that line of numbers for a moment.
It is worthy of being the personal weapon of First Grade warriors. Even among Medium-grade Dharma Weapon, it is probably the best.
It actually increased Possessed Wealth by a full 180,000 gold.
"Possessed Wealth has reached 500,000 gold."
Fang Han took one last look at Possessed Wealth and closed System Panel.
The wealth he possesses has reached 500,000 gold, and he has already reached half of the goal of one million gold needed to open Level Eight Amplification.
We are not far from achieving our goal.
"The next step is to destroy the corpses and eliminate all traces!"
Fang Han looked at Meng Zhao's body.
With a thought in his mind, he took out a clay pot from Storage Ring, which contained kerosene.
In the past, because things like kerosene were inconvenient to carry, corpses could only be destroyed using the most brutal methods.
After having Storage Ring, he decisively prepared a lot of kerosene in Storage Ring.
It's not that he has harmful intentions, he is always ready to destroy the corpses and eliminate traces, it's just for emergencies.
The body of Meng Zhao was poured with kerosene, and with a flick of the fire, tongues of flames leaped to the ground. The dry pine needles and grease caught fire, and the fire instantly turned the upturned soil red.
In the crackling sound of burning pine wood, the burnt smell gradually dispersed, mixed with the smell of rosin, and was blown away by the mountain wind.
Fang Han stood in front of the fire with his hands behind his hands, looking at the body that was gradually engulfed by the flames. He felt no nausea or fear of killing someone.
After struggling in this world for so long, he is no longer the Blue Star person who would lose sleep all night after seeing a dead body.
"Huh?"
At this moment, Fang Han's expression suddenly condensed.
In <Thousand-Mile Soul Lock>'s perception, three breaths were rushing towards this direction.
Judging from the breath, it was the three Crimson Flame Sect disciples who were following Meng Zhao earlier.
"Whoosh!"
Fang Han's figure moved slightly, like a wisp of silent wind, heading towards the three of them.
Not long after, three people appeared in view.
The three of them walked quickly, and the crisp sound of breaking dead branches was particularly clear in the forest. They were accompanied by heavy breathing. It was obvious that they had rushed here with all their strength, and Internal Qi was already a little tired.
"Hurry up, Meng Elder must have intercepted the man named Fang."
The man at first lowered his voice and urged, with a bit of urgency in his tone.
Fang Han appeared in a flash and stood in front of the three of them.
The green robe moved slightly, Windshock Sword had been put into Storage Ring, and Cloudsplitter Sword was sheathed and hanging on his waist. He stood with his hands behind his back and glanced at the three people calmly.
The three people's footsteps stopped at the same time.
The man at first was tall and thin, with a slightly dark complexion. He had a long knife hanging from his waist. At this moment, the hand holding the knife was frozen above the handle, and his knuckles were slightly white.
The two people behind him, one is stocky and the weapon is a Mountain Splitting Axe.
The other person is the youngest, with a bit of childishness still on his face.
"How... why are you here?"
Seeing Fang Han appear, the tall and thin disciple Zhao Jun's Adam's apple rolled, and the sound seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
"Where is Meng Elder?"
Fang Han didn't answer, but just stepped forward.
His steps were neither hasty nor slow, and the soles of his boots made a subtle rustling sound on the gravel, but it made the three people feel like they were thundering.
Unable to withstand the pressure, the stocky disciple shouted loudly, pulled out Mountain Splitting Axe from behind with his backhand, and was about to strike at Fang Han.
This ax brought with it some brute force and struck Fang Han directly in the chest.
Fang Han didn't even draw his sword.
He just turned slightly sideways, letting Mountain Splitting Axe brush the corner of his clothes, stretched out his right hand, and lightly touched the sturdy disciple's wrist with two fingers.
There was a crisp sound of "click".
The disciple's wrist dropped at a strange angle, and Mountain Splitting Axe flew out.
It was smashed into a pile of rubble several feet away.
Before disciple Tongshi could scream in agony, Fang Han had already cut his neck with a palm. The screams stopped abruptly and he collapsed softly.